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Yeah Police knockin' on doors wanna know whos lettin that go They know who, we know who, I guess, if you know you know You can pick a park, if you don't show up we are bringin smoke to your home! We lit it up like christmas, Yeah Police knockin' on doors wanna know whos lettin that go They know who, we know who, I guess, if you know you know You can pick a park, if you don't show up we are bringin smoke to your home! We lit it up like christmas, HO! HO! HO! They say I'm mad caus' I'm trigger happy not into the chatting I'm doin the addy Can't say too much I'll run out of luck then I'm back again in that padding What's the score? add a tally, your poor mums next then your daddy's No love round here not Cali I swear I'll bag em up no saddie Grew up with the older NO DOUBT I'll go to war with ya olders I was hoppin out the holden big bitch needed two hands to hold it Every problem we solved it, Emptied the clip and they bolted I've got straps without holsters, my trackies keep that from jolting Mr ShootnScore FPO still run that ball No chit or chat or tit for tat we turnin them to informs You can pick a park, if you dont show up we are bringin smoke to ya door (knock knock) You can pick a park, if you dont show up we are bringin smoke to ya door (pussy) See I done time, for that big bitch, dont talk to me bout' triggers Dont try bridge up cuz trust, we are well known for burnin bridges Try your luck you get lifted! (AARGH) Skinny had the long distance! (BAAH) Every drama we been thru none of them dogs went the distance (NAH) Police knockin' on doors wanna know whos lettin that go They know who, we know who, I guess, if you know you know You can pick a park, if you don't show up we are bringin smoke to your home! We lit it up like christmas, HO! HO! HO! They know its skinny, A.K.A that drilla!, A.K.A Mr get shit done When my shit gets done Then they know I squeezed that trigger I'm prepared to risk it all, they know its smoke when I rock up All I'm sayin is they played with my name and the next day my opps got shot We pick a park, they dont rock up They talk a lot till we run up Just gimme the addy and fana Ill run him down in his bunker How many times did I call there number F.T.P till they free my brother (pshhh) Dont talk to me about guns, one call away to grip that steel 'Cause they know I'll get that job done! Fake cunts wanna talk bout knocks ill show you knocks I swear on my mum They call themselves soldiers? We shot em up they folded They ran and told there oldest, sawn off pumpy brother I'll solve it YEAH, sawn off pumpy brother ill solve it Police knockin' on doors wanna know whos lettin that go They know who, we know who, I guess, if you know you know You can pick a park, if you don't show up we are bringin smoke to your home! We lit it up like christmas, HO! HO! HO!
Writer(s): Simeona Silapa Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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